Advancement: Wildblade is an unwilling psionicist. He looks on the powers given to him like a sickness, something that can be cured. He is a warrior and that is what he will always be. He will find it hard to come to grips with his powers as he advances and most of the powers will be the type that will enhance himself, he will never take telepathy powers. He is afraid he will cause the same thing to happen again to his bladesinger tutor.

Wildblade was raised by the Moon Elves in the High Forest. Why was that, well a raging Green dragon wiped out his whole tribe other than him. No one knows why or how he lived through the attack.

It was not so bad growing up with the moon elves, they tried to teach him to be understanding of other races and he learned common to help him with that, but he still just saw them as not worth his time. The apes or humans as the moon elves call them were a plague on the planet and should be wiped out, but they were like flies on crap, they seem to just keep making more babies.

He was the strongest and one of the faster elves in the town, and so he was chosen to train to be a bladesinger. He was very proud to be chosen for this honor. After 50 years of training something happen to change everything.

He was training with two of the students and a tutor going through the movement of the bladesong when he slipped and one of the students was about hit him. He disappeared and reappeared 10 feet away. When he looked around, all three were on the floor screaming then they passed out.(wild talent appears, others roll 00 to check themselves).

The aftermath of this was Wildblade meet by a priest. He was told that the gods have cursed him and banished him from the forests he loved because he was too dangerous to have around, for the 2nd time he had harmed innocent elves. When he has learned to control this power the gods will allow him to quest to redeem himself so find worthy ones that will help you on this quest outside the forests.

With that he started to feel different. He looked around to where the lovely green leaves hung off the oaks, and where before he saw beauty, not he saw hidden dangers waiting to fall on him. He looked around thinking the trees themselves were looking at him, the branches moving in the wind were trying to grab him. He fled from the forest as fast as he could, tears of sow running down his face at what he had lost.

He wandered the hills alone for years trying to come with grips with what happen and how he caused it. He stayed away from others and meditated on what to do. He noticed other things start to happen as well, he would heal faster in sunlight and his senses sometimes were beyond normal. What was happening to him? He must search out someone who could know. He traveled deep into the hills and pray to the woodland spirits and gods to tell him what he must do to discover what he was becoming. After days of meditation one word was heard on the winds "Psionics".

It was a word unknown to him but he heard it whispers before he left the Moon Elf town so searched out an elven settlement he know outside the forest. When he got there the guards would not allow him in but he was met by one of the elders outside the town. When he asked about the word, he was told they knew little about it, other than it can be dangerous for others to be around ones with this power. He suggested to search out a human city called Waterdeep, someone there one know more and maybe how to cure him of this illness.

He left wondering if he had what it takes to actually go into one of those sores on the land to cure himself, he mediated deep into the night for the courage to come to him, suddenly he realized he was not where he was a moment ago. Opening his eyes he was sitting on worked stone surrounded by tall, cut from stone structures and HUMANS, HUMANS everywhere!!! A confused human approached and says "Where did you come from? Guess someone should welcome you to Waterdeep."

Wildblade looks like those hermits that you try to avoid when seen in the street or in the wood. His dark brown hair is matted and normally has leaves and twigs in them, his clothes are well worn and made of animal skins with the fur still on them, and his skin is nicely tanned showing he spends most of his time outdoors. Thou he is elf, he is not like any elf most people have seen. His green eyes dart around quickly when not in the woods and he wears studded leather even to sleep. A green-brown sash holds dagger across his chest. Two spears are attached to his back. Most of the colours he wears are green or brown, and they are never bright, always dull dark colours.

Wildblade is a loner, not by choice mind you, but he has had a hard life. Family all killed then thrown out of his new home, he finds it hard to trust anyone. He has come to realize though that everyone need help sometimes and is not going to turn any down if someone offers. His life in the woods has eroded his social skills somewhat. He rare smiles when not in the forest and likes to keep moving at all time. Even when sitting, he is on the balls of his feet ready to get up at a moment's notice. He distaste for humans comes from what they have done to the forests and land of the world, if he were to meet ones that live with nature as the elves, he would get along with them for sure. His upbringing with the Moon Elves has him not immediately hating all non-elves, but it takes alot of time and effort to get him to warm up to you, even if you are elf.

Wildblade wakes from his trance with sweat all over her face. Even tho he does not sleep like normal races, nightmares still haunt his reverie. His mind was trying to piece together what happen when he was a child and his whole village was slaughter by a green dragon. He thinks back to the dream, which he believes is his memory of that night...

He was awaken by the shouts of the adults, his father was a warrior of the village so he remembered watching him putting on his leaf armour with the help of his mother. Her silver hair shone in the moonlight and his father face showed no fear. He wanted to help and sometimes was allowed to but today they were in a hurry. He crawled up to the window to looked down at the forest floor. Their home was 100 feet off the ground, built into a huge oak tree thousands of years old. To get down to the ground you needed ropes and ladders. He once rode down in the food basket but his father gave him such a talking to he was scared to do THAT again.

He father rushes out with his longspear and jumped down to the landing that led to the rope ladders. Within seconds he was gone as the ropes waved back and forth with his weight. Soon they stopped and all was quiet. A few minutes later he had a terrible feeling about his father, like he had been mortally wounded. He cried for his mother but she was out preparing for the wounded. Not caring what his father said to him, he rode down in the food basket to the ground and walked towards the crashing sounds ahead.

The sight before him will forever be burned into his mind. A massive wing breast surrounded by 20 of the warrior elves who threw spears, fired arrows and tried to get close to break through the green thick scales. While he stood there, the dragon breathed on a group of 3 elves and they just drop to the floor unmoving. One of them was his father. He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him to get to him.

Meanwhile, the dragon knocked a tree over with his tail and it fell towards the 3 bodies and the small child standing over his father. There was a loud thud as it hit and rolls to one side, like it hit something on the way down. [kinetic control went off saving him and knocking the tree off a bit.]

The dragon had finished off the warriors in this time. Screams echo through the forest as the child weeps for his fallen father obvious to the losing battle. The dragon then loomed over the child and it reached forward to pop this morsel into his mouth, Elven children were a rare find unguarded. The child turn and batted the claw like he was some giant. Pain rushed through the claw (releases the energy of the falling tree), somehow this child had just broken the bone in his claw. The dragon let out a echoing roar and looked back to stamp on this child, but he was no where to be found (teleported away). In its rage, the dragon decided to wiped out this village completely and flew up into the village. Screams of dying women and children bring the closest settlement warrior a few hours later. All they find is everyone dead and a child crying over the bodies of his mother and father.

hahahaha this is the 2nd AD&D char that rolled teleport as a wild talent, irish luck be working tonight! Banishment and teleport plus any one Devotion, not a bad roll for wild talent. I like tribal psionicist its too cool

hmm.. to roll wild talent, you need to roll under 0.5% (base change being 1% and that halves, as your character is elf..) but I think there was something on Gms rules, that noone rolls for wild talents or something.

Can you tell me where you pulled that from? Per the Wild Talent tables in The Will and the Way, Pages 94 and 95, your d100 roll puts you at rolling on the Sciences table. The roll of 69 on the Sciences table gives you Teleport. How do you end up with an additional devotion and banishment? Need an explanation on how you managed this when I'm seeing you ended up with Teleport...

This system of generating wild talents replaces the wild talent tables contained in The Complete Psionics Handbook.

To determine your character’s wild talent, roll on Table I with a 1d100. This will indicate which discipline your character’s wild talent is in. Then make a second 1d100 roll on the indicated table. Your character may receive a bonus prerequisite power for the talent indicated; these are marked by an asterisk (*). A character may only roll three talents‚ but there is no
limit to the total number of powers— - talents requiring prerequisites could give the character as many as seven discrete powers.

The bolded part is my emphasis, and shows that your kit uses the tables in this book. For clarification, your kit allows you to roll once, not up to 3 times as indicated in the 2nd paragraph.

Now, you roll d100 and consult Table 1. A roll of 100 on Table 1 gives you the discipline of Sciences, so you roll d100 on Table 7. A roll of 69 on Table 7 gives you Teleportation. Simple.

Sucks that you rolled 100 and there isn't anything really extra for it. But that's the way it works sometimes.